Would you like to come in and have a few?” She asked when we had finished.Besides women, cookies are a weakness, I admit. So who was I to say no? �...�Sure!” I said. We went inside where she made a plate of chocolate chip and pecan cookies, and some brownies. She poured some milk and we grabbed them and went into the living room.Her husband was in his recliner lounge watching TV. He greeted me, but went back to the TV viewing, as Deb got the Backgammon board out. We sat down in the love seat, which. She came in and we talked in the kitchen with me facing her and looking at the book she came by with every so often I would lean over to look at the page and give her a good look in my shirt so she would see my cock. she didn't miss a beat or a peek while she kept talking and turning pages for me to look and lean. We went on like this for a half hour or so before she said she needed to go fix dinner for her husband. I thanked her for coming over and told her I realy enjoyed our visit and that. She’d apparently never seen such a thing in all her years on the street, but said nothing. Though I noticed she had begun to finger herself again.When I said, “You’ve f0rced my hand,” Max visibly relaxed and began to breathe again.I turned away, “Alex?” She had two fingers inside herself, eyes closed now and moaning. I had to yell at her to get her attention. “Hey Alex!” Her head snapped in my direction. “Did you bring that art brush from your painting classes like I asked? The slim. It all turned me on to a degree I had never felt and I looked forward to our in person meeting that he promised would happen within a few weeks.Roughly 2 weeks later, I was told to rent a room at a Motel 6 that was half way between where he and I lived. I drove to the motel excited as hell, while extremely nervous, also. He told me what color stockings to wear, garter and that I be clean and ready to fuck. After checking in, showering and douching, I waited anxiously for his call. The room.